Hey you guys sorry it took so long to update! Just to let you know the line breaks usually mean a change of scene... so anyway enjoy please R&R!
-Blood Rose
I thought that you would always be there;
I thought that maybe I'd be safe.
When you kept me in your arms,
little did I know-
you were slowly,
slowly caging me away.
"Who wrote these songs? They're pretty shallow. All about everyday crap!" Christine flinched as Erik's words wripped her songs to part.
"If they were everyday stories monsieur, then I assure you that me getting abused by my fiance, then I would not have written them, because everyone would have been hurt." she said coldly. Erik flinched. Now he realized...
"You wrote it didn't you?" he asked quietly. Christine nodded, looking away as tears began to run down her face.
"I thought he loved me... but it seemed the only thing he loved about me was that he could hurt me. That was when I was almost sixteen. For my sweet sixteen, I treated myself by learning martial arts. I had already learned how to fight with two swords- that was the way my father fought as well. But I couldn't go around executing abusive boyfriends. So one day Raoul tried to-he-" she broke off as she began crying, real tears now cascading down her face.
Unconciously Erik put an arm on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. When she kept going, he put his hand under her chin and lifted it up to meet his gaze. Trembling he reached up and whiped away the tears from her face, then left his hand on her cheek. Closing her eyes she thanked him silently by placing her own hand on his.
"Hey, don't waste them on someone you won't see anymore, okay? If he hurt you, why are you crying after him?" Erik asked softly. She hiccuped as her tears slowly subsided.
"You don't know what he did to me Erik. Why do you think I give all guys the cold shoulder? I resolved myself to not get hurt again by a man!" Christine said firmly.
"Hey, not all guys are jack asses."
"Well it seems that all the guys I've known are- except for my dad."
"What about Andre or Firmin? What about me?"
Christine snorted. "I don't even know you." Christine said harshly, then flinched when Erik gave her a sad smile hiding the hurt.
"Yes, you're right Miss Daae. I forgot my place. Shall we continue?" Christine paled as his voice became frosty.
"I didn't mean it like that- I'm sor-"
"I don't need your pity Miss Daae," he said quietly, "I've seen hell worse then you, so you don't know the fire you're playing with. Now, shall we begin?"
Silently Christine nodded as he began a new song: Angel of Music (AN: same title: different words)
1:You said to me as you lay there,
your life almost faded:
"I'll send you an Angel- your very own Angel
for you to love and for him to guide.
An Angel of Music, and Angel of love,
an Angel who held me and dried my tears.
refrain: What happened to your promise?
An Angel of Music seems fine right now.
I need somone to love, and somone to love me.
Could you send me my Angel, father?
Could you send him soon please?
Cause I need him now...
2: Cloaked in white feathers,
mysterious and wise- masked in darkness,
can anyone hear my prayer?
Can anyone see my tears at night?
Can anyone melt my cold heart?
Christine sang through the mike, as her fans swayed to the slow song- it seemed that no one realized her pain, they all thought of it as a song. She glanced self- counciously at Erik, his eyes closed as his fingers carressed the keys as they had earlier in the afternoon. refrain: What happened to your promise?
An Angel of Music seems fine right now.
I need somone to love, and somone to love me.
Could you send me my Angel, father?
Could you send him soon please?
Cause I need him now...
The crowd roared as she finished the song. "Thanks you guys!" she called out through the mike. "And before we go back to the pop and rock n' roll, may I introduce my new accompanist: Erik Destler!" The crowd cheered and severel girls attempted to climb onto the stage at the sight of the hot (Wait since when did I find him hot? thought Christine) pianist. As the drummer started a count off and the guitarist blared through the amps, Christine closed her eyes and breathed, the music washing over her. This is my life right here: Music.
Erik watched her from the wings of the stage. So she needs and Angel of Music, eh? Well I guess I could help there... Shaking his head, he chuckled as he searched the backstage for a bottle of water. And for the rest of the evening, the audience cheered, Christine hid behind a fake smile and Erik sat and pondered wondering what the tour might bring...
okay so sorry it was really short but please review!
-Blood Rose